Scholomance 6: The Devil's Academy
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“Fuck!” she squealed as I banged even harder against her wide hips. “Yes, master! Fuuuuuuck! Yes, I am!”
“Then cum with me,” I ordered before I tightened my hold on her hair and roughly yanked her back.
“Cooooooooole!” the redhead screamed before her walls spasmed violently around my pulsating pole. “Spill your seed inside of meeeeeeeee!”
Our bodies shuddered and swayed as my cock erupted a massive, creamy load inside her demanding, drenched pussy. Her breathing was labored and erratic, and she squealed and bunched the sheets beneath her as she came hard. My entire head spun as my cock twitched and leaked every last drop of semen I had left inside my body, and as I did so, her walls sucked and clamped around me like a ravenous, thirsty trap.
Now, as I intended, my entire coven was filled with my seed.
I gently pulled out of the redhead, and we both greedily gasped for air before I collapsed in the middle of the bed.
“You may all rest now.” I grinned as I stared at the women around me. “You certainly did well.”
The women all giggled as they nestled themselves in around me. It was too hot for sheets, and I marveled at their beautiful, sweat covered bodies as they situated themselves comfortably on the bed.
“By the time we bring in another woman, we’ll have to expand the bed,” Akira chuckled as her black eyes danced around the room. “We just barely fit… but I enjoy the tight squeeze.”
“Agreed,” I breathed as I ran my fingers through her hair.
“Who will we summon next, master?” Penelope whispered before she gently nibbled on my earlobe.
“Well, we have plenty of women to choose from, don’t we?” I smirked. “Now that we’ve expanded Scholomance, the possibilities are endless.”
“The idea makes me wet all over again,” Nyx snorted. “Can you imagine? Cole… the master of Scholomance? Holding all dominion over every woman here? Each one waiting for her turn to take his cock and receive the blessing of his seed deep within her womb…”
“I can certainly picture it,” Morgana sighed in a dream-like voice, “but remember… we were the first ones to join the pact.”
“Yes, we were certainly blessed,” Vesta purred.
“Master?” Faye cooed. “Have we pleased you tonight with our choice?”
“I hope I did well,” Circe added before I could respond.
“You did exceptionally well, Circe,” I replied as I stared at the naked serpentine witch curled up at the end of the bed. “You pleased me well.”
“And it’s an unholy honor to call you master,” the blonde Wicca replied with half-hooded eyelids.
As I stared at our new addition and the beautiful women surrounding me, my heart swelled with pride, and I felt a power unlike any other.
With time, my pact and powers would only grow, too, even if there were new threats and possibilities on the horizon. In my black heart, I knew the war between the elders and Wiccas was only beginning, but I also knew that together, we could face anything. I realized there would be a time and a place to worry about the future, but as I glanced at my women once more, I knew tonight was not that night.
For now, I decided I would ravish each woman again and again until dawn. I’d make them scream my name over and over again until the entire castle was envious of our bond. And then, by morning, we would decide which woman was worthy enough to join our unholy pact next.
Because at this point, I would not stop until all of Scholomance was mine.
End of Book 6
End Notes
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